Yale Development Office Assistant Director Alexis Surovov shows off that fine Yale intellect.

Now that I live well outside the Dog Trainer’s delivery area, I don’t think I’ll be contributing much to Oh, That Liberal Media anymore. Here’s a nice snippet from today’s Richmond Times-Dispatch regarding the legally illiterate law professors’ challenge to the Solomon Amendment:

The idea that the powers of the federal government are few and defined is as out of place on many campuses as a Shiite in a strip club. Yet a higher-ed coalition tried to claim Congress does not have any authority under one of the few powers the Constitution explicitly enumerates. The coalition included numerous law schools, and this raises a serious concern: Do they have anyone qualified to teach Constitutional Law 101?

Ouch.

The port (ship language for “left,” which in turn is political language for “insane”) controversy seems to be over, except for a few ultra-port Senators who insist on holding a vote on a deal that is no longer in the works. The Demogogues, led by Hillary Clinton (whose husband advised the UAE on the deal) on the left and by Michelle Malkin (who literally wrote the book when it comes to “unhinged”) Michael “Call Me Savage” Weiner, got their way. That’ll teach them A-rabs to cooperate with the Great Satan.

UPDATE: Malkin links approvingly to Rick Moran’s post, in which Moran writes:

Sheik Mohammed bin Rashid al Maktoum may feel that he’s been double crossed but he shouldn’t blame the Congress or the American people. The blame is ultimately the Presidents’ to shoulder as are our other problems with border control and gaps in security at our airports.

Nonsense. This deal wasn’t killed by the President, but by popular hysteria, fueled by demogogues on both sides of the aisle who saw an opportunity to profit by scaring the crap out of everybody. I suppose that the President should shoulder some blame for failing to anticipate Congress’s opportunism or the American people’s gullibility, but the principal blame lies with us, not with our President for failing to cure our collective idiocy, and not even with the opportunistic Congressmen who preyed upon it. To the extent that the semi-secretive approval process makes some of our concerns legitimate, that problem was also Congress’s creation, and it was for Congress to fix. Better they should have done so a long time ago, rather than saying nothing for 20 years and then going postal as soon as a friendly Arab country came around.

UPDATE: It’s tinfoil hat time for those still looking for something to oppose. John Hawkins has an interesting take, though.

So far, I haven’t accepted any Blogads from al Qaeda, but I have unwittingly accepted one from Amnesty International. I guess everyone has his price. Mine’s cheap.

This one is for Kelly Dinelle Payne, the happy lady who allegedly hit and killed a South Richmond hotel worker on Tuesday, five years after allegedly convictedly doing the same thing to a 13 year old girl in Tennessee. All together now (warning: contains non-erudite language):

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Fingernails are pretty. Fingernails are good. It seems that all they ever wanted was a market. Now, courtesy of Yale alumni Clinton W. Taylor and Debbie Bookstaber, they’ve got one. H/t: Patterico and Michelle Malkin.

If you’re a Harvard alum, be sure to write them urging them to enroll Baghdad Bob.

In what could benefit myself, the clam, and a number of other ex-UC professional students, a San Francisco Superior court judge has found UC liable for breaching (I guess) an implied contract (through the catalogs apparently), that professional fees would not be raised during the term of one’s study. The article (it took me a while to find one) is in the Daily Californian available here.

I’m skeptical that this finding will withstand appeal, but we shall see.

While everyone’s busy crying wolf over Dubai, per Drudge it seems the real wolf is in Indianapolis.

The U.S. Supreme Court has ruled that even law schools must obey the law.

I haven’t blogged much lately, so if I were a good blogger I’d apologize for the lack of blogging. Since I’m a crappy blogger, I’ll take a pass on that, and instead just fill all yall [yes, the omission of the apostrophe was deliberate, more on this later] on the high- and lowlights of the past couple of weeks.

• I’ve closed on the new house, which is a good deal larger than the old one, and has land around it to boot.
• As a result, I am now the proud owner of two houses, four mortgages, two washers, two dryers, two wives and three refrigerators. One of those statements is a slight exaggeration; the rest are not.
• I’ve learned the hard way that ordinary refrigerators look terrible in kitchens that only have a break in the counters, and not an actual recess in the wall. If you live in one of those houses, buy a thinner, less functional, more expensive “counter-depth” fridge instead.
• I’ve learned the hard way that even in 2006, not all builders understand that you need two (2) coaxial cable to make a TiVo box function to its full capacity while watching satellite TV. No, not even all builders who build houses in areas where cable TV is not an option.
• I’ve driven around quite a bit. Among the places I’ve visited are the City of Richmond (which is nowhere near the County of Richmond, where I’ve not been), Henrico County (which has a government-in-exile in Richmond), Charles City (which is a county), Norfolk (the second syllable of which rhymes with “duck”), Short Pump (which has no pump as far as the eye can see, but then again, maybe that’s because it’s so short), Powhite Parkway (which is a turnpike), Midlothian Turnpike (which is a parkway), Oilville (which has no oil), Goochland (which has no gooches), the Lickinghole District (which … oh, nevermind), and Virginia Beach (which, surprise of all surprises, actually is in Virginia, and does have a beach). I haven’t made it to Bumpass, yet. Not sure I want to.
• I’ve concluded that yall should be written without an apostrophe. Contrary to conventional “wisdom,” it is a synonym for you, which can be either singular or plural, not a contraction for you all, which is exclusively plural, even here in the (alleged) South.
• I’ve learned that Barbara Streisand’s first name is not really spelled “Barbra,” it’s just that she can’t spell. Not that this is anything new, really.
• I’ve learned that even if Barbara Streisand were to pony up for the spell checker she should have invested in after the “Gebhardt” debacle, it still wouldn’t guarantee she could spell worth a damn. In an article titled “Inquiries not alwys confidential,” which the Richmond Times-Dispatch printed on pages F1-F2 of today’s print edition but apparently had the good sense not to put online, the paper managed to botch the names of all three major credit bureaus, which it dubbed “Equinox,” “Explain” and “Transition.” Query what Babs’s latest screed might have ended up saying if it had gone through their spell checker.
• I’ve learned that bureaucrats are bureaucrats the world over, but not all bureaucrats are created equal. For the first week I was an undocumented worker, as the DMV wouldn’t let me in the door. Sure I had written evidence of my residency here, but no matter; I didn’t have any of the specific documents that appeared on their list. Then payday rolled around, and my pay stub was my ticket. I showed up at the DMV and told the lady I got a job, I’m gonna prove my residency. And she said “yeah?” And I said “oh yeah.” And then she was so nice. Lord, she was lovey-dovey. One short wait in one line yielded a driver’s license and three vehicle registrations, and I had the license in hand before I was even done filling out the last registration/title application. By way of comparison, California’s DMV doesn’t even give you a license in person, just a piece of paper with no photo that purports to be a temporary license until Patty and Selma get around to mailing you the real thing.

Any questions?